This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

Under the alternating persuasion of Lin Jue and the store owner, the student finally squeezed into the raincoat, his crying face appearing at the very edge.

The student brought a bit more mental distortion than the store owner, but it didn't affect Lin Jue's thinking and actions.

He looked at that crying face and revealed a satisfied smile: "What should I call you?"

"Just call me Xiaoming," the crying face moved.

"Xiaoming, trust me, the time you spend with me will definitely be an unforgettable experience. You can ask that old man just now, he always feels like he's found his youth again when he's with me."

Lin Jue walked out of the restroom, tidying up his backpack.

He wanted to take this opportunity to check out the other urban legends. This student had too little information. Perhaps the other urban legends knew more about the Eternal Night Building.

The closest urban legend to him was [Don't Step Back].

The urban legend's area was in the corner of the sports field. According to Water Ghost, you just needed to close your eyes and step backward, and no matter what you felt, you couldn't open your eyes until you stopped after eighteen steps. Only then would you trigger the urban legend.

The night outside was completely dark. The darkness in the mist was even deeper than in the real world, without a single trace of light. Even the moonlight was obscured by the heavy fog.

There was no sense of security in the darkness. Lin Jue put the bag in front of him, comforting the two ghosts inside who were constantly trembling.

When he arrived at that area, it was even darker and more gloomy, as if he had suddenly entered a deep tunnel. All the scenery in front of him completely disappeared, and he could only see a pure black.

Lin Jue stood in place for a while, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the area, before continuing forward and stopping in front of the wall.

The two ghosts in the backpack no longer made any sound. They must have sensed something.

After closing his eyes, Lin Jue began to step backward, mentally counting the steps at the same time.

One step, two steps…

Seven steps.

When he took the seventh step, he clearly felt his foot trip over something. It seemed like someone was lying on the ground grabbing his foot.

"Kid, there's something, lying right under your right foot."

The store owner's warning came from the backpack. Lin Jue took a step back without showing any emotion, and then stretched out his foot and stomped hard on the spot where he had just been standing.

He could clearly feel that he had stepped on something relatively soft, probably that thing's hand.

Then, Lin Jue crushed it with all his strength.

"Ah! ! ! ! ! !"

A shrill scream rang in his ears. That thing desperately wanted to pull its hand back, but Lin Jue's foot was like a weight of a thousand pounds, firmly pressing down on its hand.

The store owner, who had originally been preparing to speak up and remind him, immediately closed his mouth when he saw this scene. He was really worrying unnecessarily. Who could get the better of this bastard?

When the sound in his ear gradually became distorted and shrill, Lin Jue released his foot and continued to step backward.

Nine steps, ten steps… …

That thing seemed to have been frightened by the stomp just now, and there was no more movement until the seventeenth step.

Until the eighteenth step landed.

Lin Jue stopped. His back touched something cold, like touching a large ice block.

This should be considered a complete trigger of the urban legend, right?

He suddenly opened his eyes, took a few steps forward, and threw the backpack he was carrying in front of him behind him.

"Kid, you again!" the old man cursed in the backpack.

As two eerie ghostly figures and a raincoat fell out of the backpack, Lin Jue could finally see what the urban legend looked like.

All of this ghost's joints were dislocated. Broken bone spurs protruded from his joints. His head was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, and black blood was constantly dripping from his eyes.

No wonder he had to step backward. This guy's head was twisted around, so what normal people saw as stepping backward was his perspective of moving forward.

Seeing such a terrifying ghost, the crybaby ghost Xiaoming was immediately frightened and screamed, scrambling to run behind Lin Jue, holding his head and starting to cry again.

"You live in the Eternal Night Building, haven't you seen this guy before? How can you be so scared?" Lin Jue shook his head. This student was too timid and needed a strong dose of medicine.

"But speaking of which, this guy really looks a bit miserable. He must have been run over by a truck when he was alive, especially that hand, it looks like the flesh has been crushed."

"Even if I consider myself to have superb medical skills, there's absolutely no way to save this kind of patient."

Hearing Lin Jue's words, the store owner's face twitched: "Really? Don't you know why this guy's hand is like that?"

It would have been better not to mention the hand, but as soon as the hand was mentioned, that ghost could no longer restrain his hatred. A large amount of black blood gushed out from his broken joints, driving an astonishing resentment towards Lin Jue.

This ghost had almost no rationality left, and it was basically impossible to extract information from him.

Lin Jue stepped back without showing any emotion, and at the same time put the old man into the raincoat, leaving only the crybaby ghost.

Xiaoming was originally holding his head, his whole body curled up into a ball. When he realized that Lin Jue had retreated behind him, his crying suddenly stopped: "No, bro… you…"

The old man's words from before vaguely echoed in his ears.

What brothers are in the heart, protection and the like.

It seemed like he had been fooled!

The old man's ghostly face appeared on the raincoat. He seemed to see himself from before in a daze, and sighed faintly: "Child, I was forced to… …"

"Xiaoming, the road home is particularly difficult. There are many dangers lurking in the mist. You must face your fears, so that you can welcome a new life," Lin Jue solemnly persuaded.

Yin energy roared. That ghost had already killed Xiaoming, his expression resentful, cold, and full of killing intent: "You want to help them?"

"No… I… I didn't…"

Xiaoming was so frightened that he retreated again and again, almost crying again, while looking back at Lin Jue, and said in a mournful voice: "Bro, I'm scared."

"Don't be afraid, don't step back. When you encounter fear, you must face it head-on, so that you can overcome fear!"

Lin Jue gave the other party an encouraging look, and then turned around and ran.

"No, I don't, bro, don't run, let me crawl back in!"

Xiaoming cried loudly while chasing Lin Jue. The crying was very shrill, like a stray cat injured in a fight at night. The sound alone was enough to give countless people nightmares.

"You guys don't run!" The urban legend ghost also ran after them, his arms, legs, and head were twisted, but his speed was surprisingly fast.

"Kid, aren't you going too far by treating a child like this?" The store owner couldn't stand it anymore.

Lin Jue's expression was calm: "Xiaoming's strength is very strong. You and that ghost combined are no match for him. It's just that he's too scared, so I have to push him a little."

He had been dealing with ghosts, and even if he couldn't use his True Sight Eye now, he could still have a rough judgment of the ghost's strength.

The crying behind Xiaoming became more and more miserable, accompanied by the ghost's crazy shouting. Xiaoming should have been caught up.

"No, let me out quickly, I want to save that child."

The old man was very kind-hearted. Even if he was afraid, he didn't want Xiaoming to face that terrifying ghost alone.

But as soon as his words fell, the ghost's screams rang out behind him.

Lin Jue stopped and looked back, only to see Xiaoming curled up on the ground, shivering with his head in his hands. In front of him, that ghost had fallen to the ground and was completely lifeless.

On that twisted body, there were dense cuts, as if it had been cut by countless small knives.

"Old man, I told you, you have to trust me," Lin Jue walked over and picked up a card that had fallen on the ground.

This should be some kind of anime character card. It slowly dissipated into a ball of black gas in his hand. Xiaoming's favorite card in life had become his weapon at this moment, protecting his safety.